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He never asks…
when he stands before her marveling at the delicate Caramel skin laying against a pallet of Onyx satin sheets…he absorbs every curve and turn as he becomes the desire and want her essence expels for him…
He never asks…
when knees jerk as he works his way from the bottom up and porcelain kisses suspend limbs into frames of sublime prescience from toes to ankles, ankles to knees, knees to thighs, thighs to…
He never asks…
when toned calves compress into his upper back and butter smooth heels dig into the dimples of his lower back as the strength of his Mocha hands grapples the bend of her hips sucking the decadents of all that warm milky goo from ‘tween her nether region rendering from the call of his lips as she arches her back to speak what words cannot say...
He never asks…
when his hands coddle her derriere to mount it atop his lap and she wraps her legs around him, to feel all of him, and he accommodates the depths of her soul by endowing her with every inch of him…he grazes his lips to the neck she bares to them, sending her from gentle surges of paralyzing exhilaration to a paroxysm of multiple…cummings
He never asks…
when his virile Mocha body lays against a pallet of Onyx satin sheets and she lays on top of his adorning him with her delicate Caramel skin…he feels the beating of her heart steadily calming from the love they made and he strokes her hair with the palm of his hand until she falls asleep in the comfort and security of his arms
He never asks
“whose is itâ€
because he makes sure
he never has to…
